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Sickman - Live 1992
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Jerry Cantrell
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What the hell am I, thousand eyes, a fly? Lucky then I'd be in one day deceased Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman I can feel the wheel but I can't steer When my thoughts become my biggest fear What's the difference, I'll die In this sick world of mine What the hell am I, leper from inside? Inside wall of peace, dirty and diseased Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman I can see the end is getting near I won't rest until my head is clear What's the differencе, I'll die In this sick world of mine Can you see the еnd? Choke on me, my friend Must to drown these thoughts Purity over rot "Yeah, though I walk through the valley of rape and despair With head high and eyes alert I tread on a plane of many We who are of good nature and intention But cannot touch on the dark Recesses of memory And pain learned, so come walk With me, feel the pain And release it" What the hell am I, worn eroded pride? Saddened 10 miles wide, I'm gon' let it slide Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman I can feel the wheel but I can't steer When my thoughts become my biggest fear What's the difference, I'll die In this sick world of mine
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